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Dareon 1.5% Margin of Error

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 307 Location: Alaska, you fools! Stop being surprised!
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:00 am Post subject: RTSG Round One: Men! Of! The Sea! |
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I'm back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend
Where the long-horn cattle feed
On the lonely jimson weed
Back in the saddle again
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I'm riding the range once more
Totin' my old 44
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right
Back in the saddle again
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In Association with Random Insanity
and the Mighty Perversion Beta Test Group
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, rockin' to and fro
Back in the saddle again (once again)
Whoopee-ti-yi-yae, I go my way
Back in the saddle again
Rurouni Taikai SaGa
I'm back in the saddle again (once again)
Out where a friend is a friend (good ol' friend)
Where the long-horn cattle feed
On the lonely jimson weed (mmm-hmm)
Back in the saddle again (once again)
Featuring characters from .hack, The DC Comics Universe, Cowboy Bebop, King's Knight, King of Fighters, Super Mario RPG, SaGa Frontier, Vampire Savior, Samurai Spirits, Star Wars, Final Fantasy VI...
I'm riding the range once more (once more)
Totin' my old 44 (that 44)
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right
Back in the saddle again
Forgotten Realms, Excel Saga, Legend of Mana, The Conker Universe, The Mario Universe, Sly Cooper, Love Hina, Skies of Arcadia Legends...
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, rockin' to and fro
Back in the saddle again (once again)
Whoopee-ti-yi-yae, I go my way
Back in the saddle again
The Mega Man Universe, Project Justice, Scryed, ADVENTURERS!, Halo, The Kirby Universe, Magic Knight Rayearth, and Secret of Evermore.
Back in the saddle again
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Round One: Men! Of! The Sea!
The first thing most of the contestants saw was rusty metal or blue sky. The smell of the sea and the dull pounding of machinery vied for the attention of their senses. Sitting up, they looked around at each other and the place they found themselves in. Several hands inched towards weapons at the sight of the occasional familiar enemy. A cough from nearby brought most of their heads around. There, standing atop a broken refrigerator, stood the small grey-suited man who had brought them into the tournament. He coughed again and consulted the small device in his hand.
"Ah. Good, it seems you're all awake. Welcome once again to an interplanar social event, also commonly referred to as a survivor's tournament. For those that do not know me by name yet, I am Ralph, and I was hired from the Interplanar Talent Agency to obtain all of you. My employer tells me I am not to divulge information about himself to you until the time is right, so we'll move on to the meat of this thing." He tapped a few keys and levers on the device. "Most of you already know how these tournaments work, but for those of you that are new to this, I'll go over it. Theoretically, you're supposed to fight each other until only one is left, but I so abhor fighting. With my employer's permission, I am now stating that it is possible to refrain from fighting in this tournament. You may seek knowledge, meet with old friends, or simply relax in the sun. My employer's itinerary has you on a steady diet of intriguing scenery and gentle areas." He looked a bit pensive and added, "Of course, while you may choose not to fight, there is nothing to prevent others from attacking you. So please, exercise caution."
Ralph gestured at the area around them with his device. "You are currently on the deck of the deep-sea salvage vessel Thames, in the Aquvy Islands, universe XGR 52890. Some of you may be familiar with this universe. The Captain has informed me he has no objection to battling on board, however he kindly asks that you not molest his salvager Gears at work or blow holes in the hull. Also, the infirmary is to be treated as neutral ground. Anyone injured may go there and receive treatment without molestation."
He checked the device again. "That appears to be all the information you need for now. I'll be watching you, so please do not break the rules I've laid out here." A pause. "Oh. One more thing, there shall be a ten minute truce at the beginning of every round to allow you all to scatter from potential adversaries. Beginning... Now." With that, he snapped his fingers and vanished, leaving behind a small wisp of smoke that quickly dispersed on the sea breeze.
Location: The Thames, Xenogears
Special Rules: I "Sea" You Redux, Feel The Burn!
In the vast oceans around the Aquvy Islands, a fleet of salvagers plies its trade, hauling the remnants of a lost civilization from the ocean floor and trading the interesting bits. Their main ship is easily the size of a small city.
Area: You start off standing, sitting, or sprawling on the main deck, where the Gears are prepped for descent into the ocean. An area near the middle holds one of the social areas, complete with beach chairs and umbrellas, for those wishing to be out of the sun. The rest of the ship is accessed through an elevator near the base of the conning tower. Going down from the very top of the ship, you have the lookout post, the bridge, the mess (beer) hall, the infirmary, the deck/supply entrance, Gear storage, and finally the engine room. The Gears on board are not intended for combat, but can be used for the purpose if the mood strikes you. The majority of the ship is a bit rusty and patched.
Inhabitants: The crew of the Thames are hard-working, hard-playing folk. For the most part, they are cheery, hearty men of the sea (I'll let someone else put the accents on this time) who enjoy their ale and song. A number among them also play a fast-paced card game of simple highs and lows. NOTE: There are no Xenogears playable characters present on the Thames at this time. Big Joe and the Captain are on board, but Fei, Elly, etc. are not.
Special Rule: I "Sea" You Redux Ralph is keeping a very close eye on all of you this round, and the crew of the Thames is as well. Thus, all votes and abilities cast this round must be done publicly.
Special Rule: Feel The Burn! Any unused A-votes at the end of the round are turned into damage on you. I realize this is counter to Ralph's statement that combat is not necessary, but you should be able to use your A-votes to tip the scales on no-shows.
Really Trivial Pursuits
Every round, I shall pose three questions. Two of them will relate completely to the game the round takes place in, the other will revolve around a piece of information or facet of real-world knowledge that is used more or less accurately in the game. Correct answers will earn 1 WP and 1 JP each. E-mail your answers to neored13@pobox.mtaonline.net . Include the round number and "Quiz Answers" in the heading, and of course who you are in the e-mail as well. I will not accept any other means of submitting quiz answers.
1) Name one item found when jumping down the well in Lahan.
2) What is Citan's "real" last name?
3) What is a "Sephiroth"?
Employee Roster
Musculotonics
Knight Rayjack - IZN 00522 - Pin
Terry Bogard - KOF 92004 - Switchblade
Drizzt Do'Urden - FRN 40231 - Rain - Guenwhyvar
Conker - CNK 00003 - AsylumXKP
Keitaro Urashima - LVH 00984 - Moogle - Tama-chan
Master Chief - HLO 07074 - Peptuck - Cortana
Queen Brahne - ZDN 30201 - Simplistic Hero
Red Okonogi (Alkaiser) - SGF 69580 - Thirdtwin
Cerebrotonics
Edward Wong Hau Pipelu Tivrusky IV - BBP 02438 - BlackMage
Culex - SMR 42860 - Wayne
Lisa - SKN 29875 - Luna - Guri the Goblin
Bud - SKN 29875 - Nif
Khrima - ADV 00230 - Alexander Krizak
Yoshi - MAR 69875 - net-cat
Darth Malak - STW 65208 - San Draco
Viscerotonics
Sora - HCK 25006 - Baka
Bruce Wayne (Batman) - DCC 62579 - Coin
Jedah Dohma - VSV 79523 - LordLocke
Hisame Shizumaru - SAM 29823 - CarlyCheeese
Darth Revan - STW 10094 - Onyx - HK-47
Cyan Garamonde - WOR 87349 - Magus
Nabeshin - EXL 00001 - JSG
Sly Cooper - SLY 28930 - Procyon
Tachibana Asuka - SYD 32684 - Seril
Piastol - SOA 39825 - Tenshi Kain
Nova Shido - RYE 57230 - Helmar - Mokona
Jason Soe - EVM 00002 - Curley W
Akira Kazama - RVS 37305 - Kyo
Sidekicks
Kirby - KRB 25889 - Bugenhagen - Viscerotonic
Toadette - MAR 59602 - Fnord - Paratrooper - Viscerotonic
AquaMan - RKM 52922 - Glinda - Musculotonic
The round ends in approximately 20 hours.
FAITO!
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Rain The Hunter

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AsylumXKP ...Back again

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 631 Location: Still Drunk!
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FIRST~!
EDIT: DAMNIT! _________________
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Onyx Dark Lord of the Sith

Joined: 01 Oct 2002 Posts: 1181 Location: New Jersey
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Simplistic Hero Its better on a bevel.

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 187 Location: Fortress of Freaking Solitude
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:15 am Post subject: |
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Could there ever be a better battle ground?
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 131 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:15 am Post subject: |
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She died...
Asuka woke up with a start. Blinking, he looked up as the man who had brought him here, Ralph, gave his short speech to the participants.
I couldn't protect her.
"... I am now stating that it is possible to refrain from fighting in this tournament. You may seek knowledge, meet with old friends, or simply relax in the sun."
Asura. I won't forget that name.
Watching Ralph finish his speech and dissapear, Asuka slowly rose from the ship's floor. Looking around, the one thing that caught his eyes were the Gears diving and coming back up from the ocean. "I need some time to think." Saying that, Asuka took a seat under an umbrella and watched the mecha perform their duties.
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Asuka is open for interaction (due to me needing to check up on a few things about the XG universe). His state of mind is currently Angsty with a tinge of calmness. _________________
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 892 Location: Faerun
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:18 am Post subject: |
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Malak gazed across the vast blue seas, and blinked. An actual sailing vessel. How... quaint. I assume that they wouldn't know a blaster if one were to be fired at them, either.
His gaze slowly swept over those few who remained where they had been placed, Malak opening his mind to the Force and getting an impression of their minds. And what an impression! Most fairly far out on the Light side, with a few more on the borderlines. Besides himself, perhaps three had any sort of Dark-side affiliation.
A mechanical sigh. "So it is destined."
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AsylumXKP ...Back again

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 631 Location: Still Drunk!
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:20 am Post subject: |
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Episode One: Full of Seamen
"Ugh..." Conker pulled his head up from the ground. For some odd reason he was placed face first there. This only happened to him about 43 times. Luckily this time there was not a giant puddle of vomit there. This only happened to him 42 times.
He pushed up off the ground and shook his head, his view slowly starting to focus. He eyed a mess of others with him, most likely the other contestants.
"Whoa. Deja vu." Conker noticed a few familiar contestants in the crowd, but it was mostly unfamiliar ones. He didn't notice Yoshi standing behind some huge ogre looking woman though. In between the hushed whispering he heard the host speak.
"Ah. Good, it seems you're all awake. Welcome once again to an interplanar social event, also commonly referred to as a survivor's tournament. For those that do not know me by name yet, I am Ralph, and I was hired from the Interplanar Talent Agency--"
Wait a minute. Don't I usually go to these things... Hungover? Conker thought.
"My employer tells me I am not to divulge information about himself to you until the time is right, so we'll move on to the meat of this thing." He tapped a few keys and levers on the device. "Most of you already know how these tournaments work, but for those of you that are new--"
Nobody seemed to notice Conker walk away from the crowd. The squirrel adjusted his sunglasses as he opened a hatch into the lower decks.
Time to remedy that. _________________
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1804 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:34 am Post subject: |
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Not necessary to fight? That was an odd thing to state about what was essentially meant to be a battle tournament. It didn't really concern Bud and Lisa, though - less time fighting the other contestants meant more time to build up their dark pumpkin army, after all. That took first priority here, naturally; why bother trying to prove something to the others when they could be assembling what would defeat them all? Then again, they weren't really big on picking fights, anyway. It wouldn't hurt to be cautious in case anyone else tried to, though.
"At least the weather's nice enough," Lisa observed. "Kinda reminds me of being on the Buccaneer back home."
"Yeah, I guess...." Bud looked thoughtful, as though pondering something. "Hmmm....I wonder...."
Guri, on the other hand, looked as cranky as ever. His beady, black eyes traveled lazily around the other contestants that were beginning to disperse, taking in their individual appearances. He paused briefly, a slight smile spreading over his face, as he saw a tall woman with blue and white hair and a rather cold expression. She looked like she had the potential to be EVIL, and that was just his type: a hot woman with a dark side. Or on the dark side. Didn't really matter. His grin widened a bit as he continued to stare.
And then it faded completely as something else caught his eye. A blue demon who looked very, very familiar.
This....this can't POSSIBLY be!
Guri's memory was unusually sharp today, and he rapidly recalled where he had seen the demon before: in the incredibly vivid dream he'd had before coming here. And he remembered very clearly what had transpired between them in the dream. If....if this truly was the same being....if he remembered Guri....
No! No WAY! It was just a dream....just a dream! There's no way this guy could possibly be the same one, it's just....a freaky weird coincidence! Yeah!
....but even so, I don't want to stick around to make sure. Gotta think of something quick....!
"Bud! Lisa! Let's, ah....let's go! Now!"
"Go where?" Bud blinked, looking confused. "Somewhere else on the ship? Oh, I know!" A knowing smirk spread over Bud's face. "You're hungry again, aren't you, slave?"
"NO! I mean....that is....let's go HOME! Away from all of this!"
"But Guri, I thought you wanted power and a bishounen body?" Lisa frowned. "What about that?"
"I, uh, changed my mind! Yeah! You see...." He cast a shifty gaze around the ship. "I'm having an allergic reaction to, uh, all these do-gooders and heroes! Yeah!"
Yeah, that's the ticket! Ho ho, Guri, you are a GENIUS! Of the unparalleled variety!
"Allergic?" Bud raised an eyebrow. "Look, I don't really like goody-goodies that much either, but allergies? Come on, Guri, you can do better than that." He folded his arms, an expectant look on his face. "Well?"
"Really! We've gotta get away from all these pesky heroes! They're so annoying, and nosy, and, and....they'll hunt us down, I guarantee it! They're everywhere! They always KNOW!"
"Know WHAT?"
"They just KNOW! They're insidious!" Guri leaned forward, anxiety apparent on his small face. "They always know, and you better watch out. They see you when you're sleeping, they know when you're awake, they know if you've been bad or goo -"
"That's Santa Claus, you nimrod!" Lisa snorted and rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Guri, why are you getting so freaked out and paranoid? You weren't like this in...." She fell silent, obviously thinking about their previous tournament.
"Well, that's because, um...." Guri stalled for time, trying to think of a suitable explanation that wouldn't involve his revealing the details of his dream and why seeing someone who looked like a figure from it was freaking him out. A task that was easier said than done.
"Oh, it doesn't matter, Lisa, it's not like we'll let him go home anyway." Bud smirked evilly. "Come on, let's stop wasting time discussing the slave's weirdo mind and go check the cargo hold for pumpkins." He rubbed his hands together in devious anticipation.
"Oooh, good plan, Bud!" Lisa pointed her broom at Guri as she followed her twin brother. "Come on, slave!"
I have a bad feeling about this.... _________________
PUMPKIN POWER
Thanks for the lovely sig & avatar, Nif!
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 32
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:34 am Post subject: |
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Nova listened as Ralph finished his speech, and sighed. It figured; Ferio was always saying she was too naďve. A ‘chance’ to see Hikaru indeed., Nova thought as she looked around the new environment.
Nova frowned in distaste. Just rusting metal and endless sea, without a living thing in sight. The ocean probably wasn’t any better; the noise from this platform had to be scaring away all the fish for miles.
She blinked, jolted from her musings by the muffled conversations around her. Looking at her fellow competitors, it was quite apparent that Ralph hadn’t just visited Cephiro looking for people. She noted a hulking suit of armor and a machine that could have passed as Autozam citizens, but the majority of people didn’t seem like they came from any of the neighboring countries.
Well, if they really were going to be competing together, she may as well get a feel for the surroundings. Slipping away from the slowly dispersing group with Mokona in tow, she headed toward a small building on the deck. As she entered it, she noticed it was almost an enclosed cage. She noted a series of buttons next to the door, and realized it was a sort of elevator.
May as well work my way up from the bottom, she thought as she hit the lowest button. Her stomach lurched as the elevator didn’t seem to go down so much as to spin down. When she stepped out of the elevator, she saw a dock. Not many ships seemed to be in, just a few small fishing boats unloading their morning catches. The only actual people around were a few fishermen and a muscular man in a pink coat making ou- ahem, passionately embracing - a beautiful woman.
Nova sighed, and started to continue on to the Supply Deck proper when the part of the lighting was blocked out.
Nova had just enough time to look up at her impending doom and revert to chibi-neko-Nova-chan before a net fell on her, burying her in freshly caught fish. She crawled out of the pile of fish, sputtering and gasping for breath. Great. First she was tricked by Ralph, now this. Now she was covered head to toe in a mixture of water and-
"Ah, my chere!" the muscular man exclaimed, breaking Nova's train of thought. "I could not help but notice your troubles! I could not leave such a beautiful girl in such a deplorable situation. I *am* very sorry, for I can sense your burning desire for Big Joe, but you are still too young to feel my amore! But take this, for let it never be said Big Joe refused to aid a future lover!"
As Nova blinked in confusion, Big Joe handed her a trench coat. She reached out a finger to it, letting the jewel on her glove absorb it. 'May as well have some clothes that *don't* smell of fish', Nova thought.
Big Joe had already turned and started walking towards his previous engagement. "Thank you very much!" she shouted to him, bowing enthusiastically (not noticing Big Joe easily sidestep the spray of water and gunk thrown by her hair without looking back). Nova squished back to the elevator, Mokona falling into step as she passed the pillar he had been hiding behind.
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A half-hour of scrubbing in Mokona's "tent" later, Nova had finally managed to stop reeking of fish. She stepped out of the tent, now armorless and clad only in Big Joe's gift. The trench coat had actually been tailored for someone only a little more muscular than her build, though a foot or so taller. The coat was easily magically altered to fit her (said "magical alterations" being the result of an energy blade), and she had even found a deck of cards slipped into one pocket, rules for a game favored by the people of the Thames included. She left her armor and jumpsuit inside the tent for Mokona to clean, however he managed it. Nova strolled among the shops on the Supply Deck, wondering if any had a decent change of clothes...
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Nova, now clad in a LongDa- er, ShortDarkCoat, is currently walking on the Supply Deck browsing the shops, also looking for someone to play a few games of cards with. _________________ Embracing the Light and Shadow

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Simplistic Hero Its better on a bevel.

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 187 Location: Fortress of Freaking Solitude
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:45 am Post subject: Fool Me Once, Shame On You... |
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Damnit! AGAIN!
This was the second tournament Brahne participated in, and also the second time she'd come completely unprepared. No weapons. No armor. No provisions.
After her defeat in the last tournament, she'd even stashed an Alexandria hand cannon in one of her many, lavish her beside drawers, and yet when the time came she'd been too quick to answer and got whooshed to whatever hellhole dump this was without as much as a kitchen knife.
And what a hellhole it was.
The "Thames" roared with the clangs of machinery and labor, smelled of oil and sweat, with gruff voices and men's singing pouring about its aoustical metal walls. Her hallways were like megaphones, her surfaces like a loose tin roof.
Maybe inside it was better. None of this bright sea sun, or the salty air. No screaming gulls. More fit for a queen. Maybe it'd be better... that way.
Brahne hooked some contestant by the shoulder and started off, throwing him aside with and quick jerk of her arm. He stumbled into another and barely maintained his balance.
"Hey! Ten minute rule! You heard the man!"
"Bite me, Hippie."
The orange sheets clanged like cymbals beneath her feet. _________________ Tell me what you think of the new Banner.
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 546 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Just to let everyone know, I know less about the Xenogears universe than I know about quantam physics. So, if by some chance I screw anything up here, feel free to mock me then correct my mistake.
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Deployment +00 hours:00 minutes:12 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock)/ Salvage ship Thames, Xenogears universe
Normally, with this many blobs on his threat detector, the Master Chief would be either fighting for his life or being very still. It felt rather odd to simply stand as the strange gray man explained the conditions of this tournament.
"Cortana?" he asked quietly, over the private COM.
"Interesting," the AI commented over his headset. "An archiac sailing vessel. Certianly not at our level of technology, though they do have some unusual machinery here."
The Chief caught the comment on refraining from damaging the ship, and frowned. He would have to rely on less powerful firearms. He scanned the crowd as Ralph continued talking. A stranger, more motley crew one couldn't find elsewhere, he imagined. but then again, he'd fought the Flood, so whatever these characters could toss his way wouldn't really faze him in the slightest.
Cortana continued analyzing the technology and the sensor data from the other contestants, while John checke dhis weaponry. He'd need to rely on lighter weapons, and was suprised to find an MA5B rifle in his hands, and an M90 shotgun slung over his shoulder. He didn't question his fortune, and checked to see about the rest of his gear. He had ammo for all his weapons, as well as a holstered M6D. His knife was in its sheath on his belt, and a small bandoleer of grenades - both human frag grenades and the Covenant's plasma grenades - was attached to his waist as well. He nodded to himself as he slid a magazine into the MA5B, and cocked the action.
"Well, we certianly have an interesting crowd," Cortana commented, obviously intrigued by their possible competition. he scanned them himself, noting many had more archiac weaponry - swords, scimitars, Japanese-style katana, frying pans . . .
Wait, frying pans?
he shook his head, and recalled an important lesson he had learned back in his training. Never, ever underestimate an opponent. After all, he had seen firsthand the effect that the expanded region of Slipspace had on reality. Who knew how the rules applied in other existences? And the Forerunner technology had certianly shown that anything was possible.
The Chief checked the sights on his shotgun, and then scanned the deck. the contestants were dispersing, and if he would end up competing with them, he would want to know what, if any, unusual abilities any of them posessed. Know your enemy.
Scanning the rusted ship, John spotted a lookout post on the upper level. An excellent observation position. Slinging the shotgun, he made his way up there.
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The Master Chief is headed for the lookout post at the top of the ship. he is currently armed with the MA5B assault rifle and the M90 shotgun, as well as his M6D handgun and grenades. Also, if you didn't read the introduction, the Chief's shields are inoperable for this round. He may be attempting repairs later, but for now he is without shields.
-M6D pistol: standard sidearm of UNSC forces. Fires a 12.7mm high explosive slug. Features built-in scope for ghetto sniper work. Holds twelve rounds. the Chief has three clips for this weapon.
-MA5B Assault Rifle: Standard rifle for UNSC Marines. Features a 60 round magazine and shoots 7.62mm slugs. Capable of automatic fire. the Chief carries four magazines for this weapon.
-M90 Close Assault Shotgun: the good old reliable shotgun. Shoots a big-ass 8-guage shell. Holds twelve shells, though reload time is long. the Chief has 36 shells. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1149 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 10:59 am Post subject: |
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Hisame Shizumaru – 1:1
Sea breeze.
The wind blew the hair from his face as he stared off to the horizon, where it cooled off his head – but not quite his mind. There had been another place like this, he recalled; there on the beach where he and Haru had tried to cure Ukyo of his sickness, and found it wholly impossible. It was a time of innocence, in thinking that he could rescue the man from his fate – but nothing such would come up from that. Ameki then might have been right… if the Muramasa that was slung around his back (it was beautifully convienent that Ralph had provided for that little arrangement, he was grateful) was any indicator, perhaps there might truly be a fate to believe in.
Then again, Shizumaru didn’t like the thought of that. There was something to be said for having control over your own life, however unconscious you were of it. The blade was calling out quietly with the breeze; so long had it gone without new life that it was starved for something different. Something besides demons and the occasional luck of the draw. Something to satisfy it, even if it meant himself –
Shizumaru shook his head, and the locks of red hair that framed his face fell away in the onset. The breeze blew to the back of him, as he looked over the array that Ralph had brought – some familiar (in the case of Brahne, all too familiar), most he’d never seen before. Even so, there was already cause for excitement among the lot as they spread out, heading below deck or to the shops already spread out around them. Later, he might venture out, but for now, he was quiet enough to enjoy the blue sea and memories he had almost lost.
He pulled the pouch of apple seeds out of his kimono jacket, and picked out a little one from its hold, remembering then what he had seen on the beach and his own recollection, by the ocean. Ukyo had fought there, his iaido clashing against the eternal skills of the warrior Odin, but it had cost him precious hours of his life to win such a fight – he recalled quite clearly carrying the sickly man to safety, under the guise of Elmdor… the very man who had saved the connection that Shizumaru now held in his hand, and had become a part of his life, whether intentionally or not. Such power there was in that seed, the bearer of life and keeping the treasure of memories lost.
Seemed pretty impressive, for such a little thing to do so much.
Shizumaru stopped in his reverie, though, when he took note of a small little tug on his hakama trousers – and then another, on the other leg. After dropping the apple seed back in its pouch, he turned his head from side to side and smiled at the two little wizards at either leg. “You can’t possibly want anything from me,” he laughed, “all I have are memories and nothing more.”
“Nuh-uh,” one of them – the boy – shook his head, pointing to the pouch. “Where’d you get those seeds? We’ve been lookin’ for some of those so we can – “
“Bud!” the other – a girl – hissed at him, and swatted at him with her broom. “Would you shut up? Criminy,” she sighed, and nodded in apology to Shizumaru. “You’ll have to forgive my brother, he’s… a little thick at times, if you know what I mean.”
“Quite alright,” Shizumaru nodded. “If you’d like one of my seeds, then that’s perfectly fine, just as long as you plant it in a special place.”
The girl pursed her lips and tapped her foot to the side, thinking about it carefully. “Hmm… what kind-a seeds are they? If they’re pumpkin – “
“Apple.”
“… Oh,” she sighed – but her mind was already at work. “Bud!” she hissed again, to her twin.
“Yeah, Lisa?” he popped his head out to the side behind Shizumaru’s leg (and the young man was having an awful time trying not to listen in on the conversation, though he knew Ameki would anyway). “He even said they weren’t pumpkin seeds…”
“Well, yeah, but I dunno… did we ever learn how to do anything with apples? You know, it’ll be like a pyramid or something – we’ll start small, with apples, then it gets bigger when we hit strawberries, and then maybe a tomato, and then some oranges… and by then, we ought to have found some pumpkins for sure.”
Bud grinned and cackled. “I like it.”
“It did come from my mind, after all,” Lisa batted her eyelashes and whipped her hand out with a flourish. “Sooo… maybe we just might take one of those seeds. Maybe. Maaaybe maybe,” she whistled up at Shizumaru.
“Is that so…” Shizumaru laughed, holding the pouch in his hand again, staring off into the sea – thankful that this time around, he could remember what was going to happen.
The twins waited anxiously on tip-toes, as he brushed back another lock of hair in the wind.
Sea breeze.
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If that's icky for either you or Nif, Luna, just gimme a ring. ^_^; _________________
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LordLocke Bloody Savior

Joined: 14 Jul 2003 Posts: 244 Location: Under my own shadow...
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"Blue water, blue sky, humans defing nature by trying to float on it in a metal bucket... I'll never figure out why humans feel the need to either defy or mimic God. Still, it's hard to tell if I'm actually just in the human world or if I'm actually in another dimensi..."
Suddenly, a large, red, squirrel strutted past Jedah. For a moment, the demon noble just stared, then, slowly, he began to laugh.
It was true. Everything he learned in The Flow was true.
There were other worlds. Wretchid, horrible worlds in need of a good clensing.
Of course, that's why he was here. To gather the souls of those from other worlds, to bring home and make part of the demon god, who would then rise and wipe not just his own home world, but the entirity of the Multiverse clean, recreating everything pure.
Nervously, a small, uniformed man meekly interrupted Jedah's insane giggling. "Um, sir, are you all righ-URGHH!" His concern for the passanger was short-lived as concen for himself grew as suddenly the blue-skinned demon plunged his hand into the man's chest. A moment, later, Jedah pulled his hand back, holding a small glowing orb. Opening the second button of his coat, he shoved it into his chest for storage as the poor man fell to the ground, a shocked expression etched on his now-lifeless face.
"Indeed, things couldn't be going better. Thank you for your concern- your soul will be the first in a great legacy." And so Jedah, sticking his hands into his pockets, went on. Moving at a slow hover, he went in the direction that the obviously other-worldly squirrel had gone down just moments before.
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Edit: Locke writes as he lives- confused and full of misinformation _________________
Savior. Lunatic. Blueberry.
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Simplistic Hero Its better on a bevel.

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 187 Location: Fortress of Freaking Solitude
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Somebody call an ambulance.
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Rain The Hunter

Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 154 Location: Colorado Springs
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The Dark Elf surveyed his surroundings carefully, taking note of the participants of the tournament. The setting seemed familiar to him somehow, the bright sun and sailing vessel reminding him of the time he spent chasing pirates along the Sword Coast.
Drizzt felt to make sure his scimitars were still sheathed, though he knew that they were. This new place was familiar, but still an unknown, and he made sure he was on his guard.
He thought of summoning Guen, but shook his head at that. He could need her later, when things began to heat up a bit more. Though he did not recognize anyone in the contest, he felt it better to be alone while safe than to summon the panther now and not have her later, when she was most needed.
Drizzt walked to the edge of the craft, leaning over the railing as the wind whipped through his white mane. It was good to be out again, sailing, the air thick and the wind caressing his face.
This may very well be what I needed. An escape.
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Drizzt is currently on the main deck, staring out at this world he has never seen before. He is open for interaction.
Edit: I will be at work, however, so any interaction will not be reciprocated until later today. _________________
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 546 Location: On Halo and loving it
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D +00 hours:03 minutes:33 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock)/ Salvage ship Thames, Xenogears universe
"Chief, I just detected a casualty," Cortana whispered tersely in John's ear. he stopped immediately.
"Human?" he asked, turning back and scanning the deck. Before the AI could answer, he saw the grisly death for himself as the strange blue freak stood over the dead uniformed man. John immediately tensed, his hands clutching the MA5B tightly. One of his fellow humans had just been killed. While the man certianly wasn't UNSC, he was human...and John never enjoyed seeing a human die, especially by the hands of someone who obviously wasn't human.
"I don't think I've seen something quite like that creature before,' Cortana mused, obviously scanning the blue-skinned freak. "From what I can understand, he seems to consist entirely of blood."
"What?" the Chief muttered, his mind recalling the Flood Combat forms for some reason. They had been largely pus and fluids inside, and while there were few enough similarities between the blue thing and those freaks, he could draw a connection in how that would influence his tactics.
The blue-skinned entity hovered in his general direction, following a red-furred squirril-like creature, who quickly rushed past John to the elevator. Before the Chief could move, the squirril took the elevator down, vanishing. John cursed, then turned back, to see the blue creature much closer and appraising him with a decidedly uncomfortable look. Like a predator sizing up prey.
The Master Chief was suddenly glad the truce was still in effect. he tightly clutched the assault rifle and pointed not quite in the creature's direction, but enough to indicate where he'd like the barrel to be.
Jedah sized up the Master Chief like a hunk of meat in a marketplace, and John glanced back to the dead man. Sudden revulsion biled up in his throat as he looked back to the demon. He drew a second connection between this thing and another creature he knew - the Covenant Elites, and how casually they butchered humans.
The elevator returned, and the Chief stepped back onto it, never turning his back to the demon. Quietly, he swore to himself that if he met the creature again, things would not end so peacably.
"Cortana, keep an eye out for that one," John told her as the elevator descended. He rechecked his rifle, the motions helping him recover from the unnerving meeting. A simple exchange of glares, and he'd already made an enemy. In that demon's eyes, John had seen a madness and evil he would not forget. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 446 Location: Indefinite
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Akira regarded the ocean with a mixture of awe and respect. She had never gotten to see the Pacific Ocean up close like this--although she wasn't sure exactly what ocean this was--, and the view of seemingly infinite blue waves lapping and frothing against an azure sky was much more beautiful when one was surrounded with that same view.
Of course, that did lead her thoughts as to exactly why she was here, but that train of thought was off-limits for now. The biker girl continued to stay at the side rails, staring off into the ocean and wondering exactly what she had really agreed to when Ralph had proposed this 'tournament'.
"And the prize," she murmured to herself softly. Your heart's desire... wasn't it?
Her mind wandered back to a conversation that had only occured a few hours ago; or perhaps days ago, if her perception had been altered since she had been taken here.
"Akira... Not only are you conflicted between being here and being at Gedo, you don't really desire anything in life besides keeping everyone around you safe. That seems natural enough, and peaceful enough..."
"Zaki, I--"
"But for someone like you, with your reputation, and your abilities... It's dangerous! If you don't have a resolve outside of everyone being in danger... What if Kurow comes back and singles you out first?"
"I resisted his mind control before!"
"That was when Daigo was already his! If you were first and acting the way you are now, you'd be under his power before you could even muster a thought in protest."
"T-That's not true! I'd never fall for his tricks!"
"Is that so? What do you think Daigo was feeling right before he went under? How about Yurika? Do you honestly think that because you resisted it before, you're immune?"
"..."
"It's not even Kurow I'm really worried about! Under the right circumstances, someone could actively persuade you to compromise everything Justice High has actively stood against!"
"No! I'd--"
"You'd actually listen. I know you would. Because you're not the type to just ignore a valid opinion, and you don't feel strongly enough about *anything* besides your friends' welfare. You could get manipulated so easily right now..."
"That doesn't mean I'd get turned against my friends!"
"One devious mind, Akira. It'd take one to unwrap your thoughts and twist them in a way that even you wouldn't recognize. I've seen it happen before, and I don't want it to happen to you. I *can't* let that happen to you."
"Zaki..."
"You need to find something to believe in, Akira. A belief to temper your hands behind. Otherwise... if we end up fighting again, you'll be caught in something not even Daigo can free you from; your greatest weakness."
"Indecision," she said aloud as the ocean breeze picked up, tossing her hair about. Her gloved hands fell to the lower half of her biker's uniform, tied against her waist. Her index figure rested on that skull emblem, and she gave a mental sigh.
But will doing something like this give me my own reason to fight? _________________

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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 415 Location: Mount Zozo
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Cyan Garamonde - 1/1
And It Begins
Strange dreams he had that night… Dreams about a man clad in a gray suit asking him to be a part of some strange competition, and when it all went black. When we woke up, he realized that it was not quite dreaming. The gray clad man was still there and there were several other people together with him – most likely brought there the same way he had been, judging from the way they acted and dressed.
Cyan’s mind slowly began to focus on his surroundings and he quickly noticed that the place he was in was actually moving. Much to his surprise, he was standing on the deck of some sort of huge salvage ship – never before he had seen such high-tech machinery, aside from when he stormed the Empire’s Magitek facility in Vector.
“What a fascinating environment…” He thought as he checked his equipment – Ralph’s invitation happened very suddenly, and even if he was ready to fight Mount Zozo’s monsters, he had most likely forgotten something important. The Murasame was still in it’s sheath, as well as his Hyper Wrist and Hero Ring – the former on his left wrist and the latter was placed in his ring finger, where his wedding ring used to be.
The other contestants began to scatter across the deck, and so did he.
The main deck of the Thames was nothing short of huge, like a floating city. He wondered if in this particular world he would able to find even more advanced machinery such as the one employed in the ship.
He entered the elevator located at the center of the deck and – almost having a heart attack when it finally started to move – went to the Beer Hall. Not the most pleasant of places for men like him, and he soon found out why.
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Cyan Garamonde – Viscerotonic Level 1
5 A-Votes
5 R-Votes
5 WP
5 JP _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 131 Location: Lost Ground
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Asuka felt something.. Shrugging it off, Asuka continued to watch the gears. The same feeling came again. And again. Now slightly more worried, Asuka began to focus a little more on his thoughts. Asuka cringed slightly, then felt a tug leading him eastward. Getting up from his seat under the umbrella, Asuka walked around a few corners, and came upon the sight of the lifeless body of the sailor Jedah recently incapacitated.
Asuka knelt down, a worried look appearing on his face. He put his hand to the man's neck, feeling for a pulse. "None... this man is dead. Recently too. Who could of done a terrible thing?" Getting the attention of a few members of the ship's crew, he got them to take the body elsewhere (presumably to an honorable burial under the sea).
Readying himself for the next death to occur, something else happened. One of the ship's screw ran up to Asuka in a panicked frenzy, "You! Please help us! Some monsters are attacking our excavation gears!"
Asuka blinked. "Sorry, but I don't know how I can help. I'm not really suited for underwater combat."
"Please! Take one of our gears and kill them! Do something!"
Asuka sighed. Not one to turn down others in need, he replied, "I'll help in any way possible. Now, please show me to where the robots are. Happen to have an instruction manual handy?"
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Asuka is now on his way to the excavation gear loading/deploying area thingy. Chances are other panicked sailors are running around trying to ask for help as well. _________________

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net-cat &non-breaking space;

Joined: 04 Jul 2002 Posts: 496 Location: Under a mountain of PHP. HELP!!!
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Yoshi found himself flat on his back, looking up at the sky.
I can't believe I agreed to do another one of these things...
As Yoshi pulled himself to his feet, he started surveying his surroundings. He appeared to be on an old, rusty barge, possibly a salvage ship of some sort. Suddenly, he heard someone speaking.
"Ah. Good, it seems you're all awake. ..."
Oh. It's him. That Ralph guy. Or whatever his name was.
Yoshi began the long and arduous process of ignoring him. Looking around the ship, he noticed that it was better shape than he had initially thought. It had obviously been repaired many times over the years, and was certainly showing its age, but it was certainly seaworthy.
Yoshi then started surveying the contestants. The first one he noticed was a large, ogre-ish woman, who appeared to be slightly distressed. She kept muttering something about "not having any weapons." He also noticed a large marshmallow-poof looking thing that was vaugly reminiscent of a non-evil boo.
As he continues to scan the crowd, he noticed a flash of red disappear down a hatch. He paused for a moment...
It couldn't be...
"... is possible to refrain from fighting in this tournament."
This caught his attention.
"... You may seek knowledge, meet with old friends, or simply relax in the sun. My employer's itinerary has you on a steady diet of intriguing scenery and gentle areas."
Yoshi wasn't expecting that.
"Of course, while you may choose not to fight, there is nothing to prevent others from attacking you. So please, exercise caution."
This is proving to be very interesting...
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Bud Pumpkin King

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 1444 Location: luz
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"Here you are." Shizumaru said, handing Lisa the appleseed. He smiled. "Use it well."
"Well, it's not pumpkin," the tiny sorceress sighed, "but it'll have to do."
Bud began to rub his hands together as a devious expression appeared on his face. "Yeeesssss..."
"But, wait... Where can we plant this? We're in the middle of an ocean, Bud."
Both mages pondered. There was nothing within sight that even resembled soil, and their magic wasn't enough to make an entire tree grow from the rusty floor.
"We shouldn't be staying in the same spot for too long. WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR TEN MINUTE'S! HE'LL FIND M....." Guri caught himself before he revealed too much about the relationship he had with that blue demon. The goblin panicked and pointed at Shizumaru. "You! Shitzumaru!" Ooh, I'm good... "Hurry and give these two a pot so they can grow their dumb plant and we can get out of here!"
Shizumaru glared at the small goblin. "I'm afraid I don't have any pots or soil," he said, "but this is a large ship. I'm sure you'll be able to find some somewhere if you look hard enough."
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 203 Location: Socorro, NM
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I had no idea where I would end up going when I agreed to go along with the mysterious gray man from another dimension; I wasn't even sure that he was telling the truth. Still, a Cooper never passes up an opportunity to extend his thieving territory - and if Ralph was right, who knows what kinds of things I would find in this other universe.
Sly Cooper
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Seas of Peril
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The brilliant sun burned in the sky above, its radiance casting a blinding glow over everything in sight.
"Ugh…" Sly said to himself as he shielded his eyes with his hand. "Nobody told me this tournament would be going on in the daytime!"
Still squinting as his eyes gradually adjusted to the brilliant sunlight, Sly looked around. It was a massive ship of some sort; practically the size of an aircraft carrier. Metal turrets and spires poked up in every direction, and right next to him was a huge cabin area studded with doors and windows.
Suddenly, his binocucom began to crackle.
"...SLY! Come in…," came a familiar voice over the audio channel before dissolving momentarily into static. "SLY!!"
Somewhat surprised, Sly pulled the device from his pack and responded. "I read you, Bentley."
"Sly! Good to hear from you. I have good news - the interdimensional portals Ralph and you left through are susceptible to the induction of an electromagnetic signal as long as they remain the passage state."
"You mean you can talk to me from the hideout."
"Yes, but only for a few seconds each round while the portals are still open, so there's no time to waste here. Anyway, I've scanned your area: Sly, from what I understand, this whole ship is a massive artifact-recovery operation. The vessel is designed to retrieve lost artifacts from the ocean floor and…" - the binocucom crackled - "for later use or sale. There should be a treasure trove of stuff here if you …" (more crackling) "oper…"
But his voice was lost into static. Putting the binocucom away, Sly squinted ahead at what appeared to be a large congregation of people nearby on the deck (the other participants, possibly.) But there would be more than enough time to make their acquaintances later… for now, if a thief had to operate in the daytime, he had better do it somewhere a little less conspicuous. _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 1: Seas of Peril 1-1 1-2 1-3 1-4 1-5 1-6 1-7
Chapter 2: A Grim Gothic Game 2-1 2-2 2-3 2-4 2-5 2-7 2-8 2-9
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LordLocke Bloody Savior

Joined: 14 Jul 2003 Posts: 244 Location: Under my own shadow...
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*This post occurs AFTER Luna's post below. LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!*
Jedah watched the power-suited Master Chief go down the elevator, gun trained on him the entire time.
"I never knew that there were canned humans. Perhaps I should open it, see what's inside... see if it bleeds..." Jedah's grin grew manic as he headed towards the elevator shaft.
"Hurry, Lisa!"
"Wait up, Bud! I'm sure the pots won't be going anywhere!"
Jedah paused. He heard the sound of tiny footsteps... two, no three pairs... running down the hall behind him. Turning around, he watched as two small children with pointed ears ran by, the boy half-dragging the girl by the sleeve. Right behind them, a teenaged youth was watching with some small amout of chargrin on he- no, HIS face as they ran.
Then, one more entered view of the hallway.
"Move, hurry! The faster you find your stupid soil, the sooner we can get the hell away from- er, I mean, you can continue on your stupid plan. Yeah, that's the ticket!" Guri's stubby form was just a tad slower then the others, as he was actively scanning for trouble.
Hense, he noticed what the two children had missed- Jedah watching them as they ran down the hall.
"GAH!" Panic settled on the goblin's face, causing Jedah to raise one eyebrow. Suddnely, Guri's stubby form hustled at a rate which defied physics, shooting past Bud and Lisa.
"GURI! Where are you going!" Bud cried out as his slave shot past.
"Er... I think the pots are this way!"
"Hear that Lisa! Come on!" Bud sped up to try and keep up with the goblin, pullingLisa by her sleeve.
"Woah, slow down Bud! Do you really thing Guri actually knows where the pots are?" Lisa protested, but started to move her feet faster as to not be dragged behind.
Jedah peered around the corner as the three took off. "The fat ugly one seemed afraid of me for a reason... perhaps I should find out why. Besides, that robot Balnab taught me a few ways to prepare children after their souls have been taken out. Seems as good a time as any to get some lunch.' The manic gleem in Jedah's eye intensified as he took off after the trio, quiet giggling escaping his lips.
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Savior. Lunatic. Blueberry.
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1804 Location: Fa'Diel
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"To the cargo hold, then? And don't pull on my sleeve like that, Bud!" Lisa yanked herself free from Bud's grasp. "Oh, and...." She looked up at Shizumaru. "Thank you for the seeds, by the way....we'll use them well."
"Yeah, once we FIND something to plant them in!" Bud rolled his eyes. "Come ON, Lisa!"
"Jeez, Bud, you may be perfectly happy to be RUDE, but I have more manners than that, thank you." Lisa sniffed disdainfully.
"Who cares about manners? Let's go before we're, uh....randomly attacked! Yeah!" Guri cast an anxious look around. "I mean, we all hate random battles, right?"
"Random....battles?" Shizumaru glanced at Lisa. "What exactly is your, ah, pet talking about?"
"I'm NOT a pet, Dippety-Doo!" Guri glared at the young warrior, who returned the sentiment.
"And that is not my name, you -"
"Read my lips, kid!" Guri interrupted, waving his axe around. "I'm EVIL! E! V! I! L!" EVIL!! Get that through your thick head before I have to beat it in with my - OW!" Lisa had thwacked Guri's behind with her broom. "Damn it, Chira! Don't -"
"Quiet, slave!" Lisa cleared her throat and looked up at Shizumaru. "Now then....Guri was right about ONE thing, he isn't our pet -"
"HA!" Guri stuck his tongue out. "Told ya!"
"-he's our slave." Lisa grinned as Guri scowled at her. "After all, every great sorcerer must have a minion, right?"
"Ah....I suppose so." Shizumaru scratched the back of his head. He wasn't quite sure what to think of these two....they seemed friendly enough, if a tad bit devious and naughty....but then, most normal children were. He restrained a sigh as he watched them exchange evil grins.
"Yo, prettyboy, you just gonna stand there?" Guri sneered up at him, feeling jealousy and resentment bubble up inside him. Useless bishounen, how much you want to bet he's squandering those good looks and not using them the right way? The way I would if I could....DAMN IT ALL!
He was quite certain what he thought of their so-called "slave", on the other hand. He chose not to dignify Guri's question with a response, instead giving him a cold look before redirecting his attention back to the twins.
"Are you a TREE, Mud? MOVE!" Guri poked Bud. "Come on, let's get GOING!"
"We'll go when I say we do. And I say....we go now! Lead the way, slave!" Bud hefted his pan and smacked Guri's rear end with it, sending the goblin flying across the deck of the Thames.
"IIIIIIII HAAAAAAAATE THIIIIIIIS~" Guri shrieked in mid-air.
"Ha ha! Nice work, Bud!" Lisa grinned. "Come on, Shizumaru, you want to come help us look for stuff to plant the seeds in?"
"Ah...."
Well, why not?
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Edit: this takes place BEFORE Locke's post up there. TIME WARP!
Gonna start off the voting, methinks. ^^
1 A-vote to Piastol(let's say Guri copped a feel while flying across the deck, or something XD Seriously, though, sorry you won't be around, Tenshi ;_;)
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Baka ~chu~bap~!

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1423 Location: Here Be Dragons
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Shine bright morning light
Now in the air the spring is coming
Sweet blowing wind
Singing down the hills and valleys
Keep your eyes on me
Now we're on the edge of hell
Dear my love, sweet morning light
Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far
Waves lapped slowly at the side of the ship, the sun shining a beautious corona over the deck. But that's not important. What IS important is what you find on the supply deck... a happy young girl in a trenchcoat. Although.. I'm Baka, not Helmar. So this post cannot go well...
Nova ran a hand through her hair. The smell of fish was gone, but her hair was still damp, weighing heavily on her shoulders. Ick. Still, at least no-one was attacking her, with fish or otherwise. The sailors around here seemed fairly amiable as well - well, as amiable as you are when your ship is overrun by strangers from other worlds...
And then, a noice disturbed her.
"Hup!"
She turned round, glancing behind her, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Turning back, she froze - she could swear she just saw a shadow move from infront of her.
"Chu~bap!"
There was that strange noise again, but still, there was no-oACK!
And now, there was a strong arm gripping around her neck, and the sharp point of a weapon digging into her soft flesh. So.. fast!
"Shu~~ A pretty girl all on her lonesome.. in such a dangerous place.. what am I to do?"
Sora smiled - obviously grinning at a joke only he was privy to...
Nova blinked. "May I ask what you are doing?"
"Ho-ho! Obviously I cannot just leave a beautiful woman walk around.. un..guarded..."
"I assure you, I am perfectly fine."
Sora giggled slightly in her ear. "Ah.. but I am here on my own as well... surely two bodies would be.. better than one? Hehehe.."
"Please let go of me, sir."
"ShuShushuuuu no! I could not suffer it on my concience if I let a beautiful woman get into danger... maybe if you were to give me.. your member address?"
Enough was enough. If you were watching carefully, you'd probably see the "Poof" as she shrunk into chibineko form, skittered a few feet away, blushing to her roots, and turned to face Sora.
"Mu-mu-mu-mu-WHAT?"
"Aah.. neko-chan, you are so kawaii! Won't you share your.. heh.. pussy.. with me?"
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Sora. Hits. On. Girls. Badly.
A-vote to Piastol, to try out this chain malarky. Do I gotta declare Tech Chain? I declare Tech chain.If you want description, Sora hit on Piastol, too. His puns are THAT bad. _________________
Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos
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Wayne Dark Knight of Vanda

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 421
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Well, as I was getting ready to type something, RI went down (and stayed there for some time, heh). So-- since I'd never finished an intro and wanted to kill some time until things started happening in the round, I decided to go this route instead. If I feel up to it I'll probably start each round like this (assuming start times work, heh).
Anyway... looks like things are back to normal, so I'll probably try some relevant posting soon. Those of you that don't care about flashbacks/intros can safely skip this post (even though it's not that long); I'll start the enumeration and "In this post I'll be doing..." stuff with the next one.
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Culex stood on the deck of the Thames, standing against a railing and looking out over the surface of the waters. He was puzzled, naturally-- he'd been assured a "tournament" of combat and "Survivors," but now this grey-clad noncombatant was suggesting peace?
The purple-hued crystal Knight leaned forward, and idly tossed a small, perfectly carved stone at the waters, watching it skip. He watched it eventually stop and fall, and stared at the spot as he remembered where he had first seen that done. There was plenty of time for reminiscience, after all... thanks to that ten-minute limit. Ten minutes meant almost nothing to Culex-- the Vandans didn't even bother with such a small increment of time-- but it was enough of a pause to think. Reflection, thought the man made of crystal, was something he was very good at; and the shimmering water held such interesting memories....
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"Ahh, this is the life," said a tall violet-haired man, leaning back on a wooden chair on the Zelbess's deck. "Good food, nice breeze, and o'course the--"
"Scenery?" quipped his friend, a shorter, blonde-haired Dragoon. "You've been 'watching over' Miss Riddel and Miss Steena most diligently, Sir Karsh."
"HE IS MOST FORTUNATE SIR DARIO IS AT THE MANOR." added their hulking companion, voice booming yet muffled, as always, by his ever-present iron mask.
"Tch, I was just lookin'," Karsh replied, defensively. "When two ladies come half-dressed on deck to go 'sun-swimmin'--"
"Sun bathing," corrected Glenn.
"'Bathin', then I got more problems with the guy that doesn't look." The purple-haired knight looked pointedly at Glenn, who crossed his arms and scowled at Karsh, and leaned back further under the deck's parasol, adjusting to stay out of direct sunlight. "What's it for, anyway?"
Glenn tapped the scar on his chin thoughtfully. "As I recall, Miss Steena suggested that Miss Riddel's complexion was too light, and that she should work on her... 'tan,' I believe."
"MISS RIDDEL IS RATHER PALE." nodded the mammoth dragoon.
"Yeah, but-- hey, who the hell is that guy over--" he pointed toward where a purple-skinned man in a slightly darker suit had suddenly appeared and was speaking to them, but he needn't have; both of his comrades were already focused on him.
"I HAVE NOT SEEN HIM BEFORE."
"Nor I." Glenn stood up from his own deck chair and stretched, and checked to make sure his Einlanzers were handy, would they be needed. He started to walk over to them; Zoah and eventually Karsh followed.
"--that would most likely be 'Serge.'" they heard Steena finish; the Shrine Maiden had sat up and covered her upper body with a sheet, while Riddel continued to lay on the ground, far too contented to bother with a silly thing like chatting with a man made out of rock. "However, this young man," she pointed to the approaching Glenn, "Is also a very skilled warrior."
"Y-you flatter me, Miss Steena." he replied quickly, looking down; Zoah gently clapped him on the shoulder.
Culex turned to look over the three dragoons, and nodded. "Yes, I can sense it. I thank you... Steena, was it?"
"It is." she said, smiling. "May the spirits watch over you."
Culex stepped away from the two women and slowly walked to the side of the men who had approached, and after a few more moments bowed. "Greetings. I am Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda. I have crossed into this dimension to fight for--"
He stopped as Karsh snickered, interrupting his greeting. "Oh yeah, sure ya are, an' I'm General Viper. What're ya--"
"Then it's an honor to meet you, General Viper, but I was not finished. ...as I was saying, I have crossed into this dimension to fight for the Dark Mage. I seek to challenge this world's strongest Knight."
"Well then!" said Karsh, grinning, as he drew his axe, "You've come to the right place! Nothing's stronger than me and this axe o' mine!"
"...except for, at least, both of your friends here." returned Culex flatly, and Karsh's jaw dropped. "I would like to challenge the three of you. Do you accept?"
"I ACCEPT ANY CHALLENGE." boomed Zoah, and Glenn nodded.
"Alright, another chance t' impress Riddel, heh heh..." muttered Karsh, and then in a normal volume he exclaimed, "Alright! I'll take you on!"
Culex's glowing eyes flickered, and he leaned slightly backward. In a sound like ice suddenly freezing from water two long blades of crystal appeared from his wrists and extended; Zoah clenched his fists, cracking his knuckles; Glenn drew both of his legendary blades, and Karsh twirled his Rainbow Axe, sending prismatic sprays of light dancing around him.
In another flash of light and smoke four elemental crystals sprung into being in the air around the Dark Knight, each nearly radiating power from its chosen element. Then, prepared, Culex raised a bladed hand toward the three dragoons. "En garde."
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Back to himself, and realizing the ten minutes had elapsed, Culex gave an odd-sounding sigh; as he didn't breathe it seemed more of a discharge of light energy, but it mimicked the human behavior closely enough. He had remembered that battle, of course, with even more clarity than the words and actions of those humans outside of it... and he found it unusual that his mind was first taken to his peaceful interaction with them, and not simply the combat itself.... He remembered the three of them focusing their power with 'Elements' of their own, taking a punch from the muscular human then flinging him back in turn; Culex had tested his strength with the dark-skinned dragoon and found Zoah to be among the strongest mortals he had ever encountered.
Glenn, however, was the truest Knight; the one in whom both power and honor had equal share. Culex had defeated his allies, though not before all but his Fire Crystal had been destroyed; but the youngest Dragoon fought on with cunning and strength, and in the end the Dark Knight had yielded to him. The young man's magical blade had even been able to scar Culex's diamond-hard shell, which was all the more impressive... he remembered that slight, yet proud smile of triumph when Glenn was awarded his own Quartz Charm; he could sense the boy's past, and knew how much the praise of his friends and his dear Riddel meant to him.
Culex doubted that he would ever truly understand mortals. Yet, as he returned to Vanda after that battle those thousands of years ago, and meditated upon it, he began to think it might have been worth the effort to try. He "sighed" again, and rose from the railing around the Thames's deck, looking around the ship. In nearly every battle he had fought he had found a worthy opponent to challenge. This group of mortals was bound to be no different. _________________
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

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Nova grinned sweetly at Sora, then said two simple words.
"FLAME ARROW!"
Nova watched with satisfaction as the bolt of flame streamed towards Sora, actually melting the deckplates as it passed. Just as the bolt seemed like it would char Sora to a crisp, he nimbly rolled aside.
Nova sweatdropped as she saw the bolt of flame fly on, hitting another girl who hadn't moved since Ralph's speech.
"~Shushu oh, is that how you want to play?" Sora playfully remarked as his twin blades caught the sunlight.
Great. First that Big Joe person, now this guy. What IS this place? Nova thought as she dashed towards the stairs, Sora in close pursuit.
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A-Vote to Piastol, who didn't quite manage to dodge as easily as Sora.
Edit: Misread the rules. A-Vote is going towards the ongoing chain. _________________ Embracing the Light and Shadow

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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

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D +00 Hours:05 minutes:44 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock)/ Salvage ship Thames, Xenogears universe
"Cortana, this elevator is descending," John commented as he felt the lift drop.
"Well, you didn't hit the 'up' button in the first place," Cortana replied. The Chief simply shrugged, an odd motion in the powered armor, and shook his head once more. He'd been so unnerved by the blue skinned demon that he hadn't even noticed which button he'd hit. It wasn't often that the Master Chief was disturbed.
He sighed, and tried to relax. Cortana observed John's vitals, noting the rapidly beating heart and elevated adrenalin levels. Jedah had gotten to him more than he'd like to admit. A conflict between them would not be advisable, especially considering his shields were still down.
"Chief, I'd suggest we take a moment to repair your suit," Cortana whispered into John's ear. He paused, then nodded as the elevator slowed. Turning, John saw that the elevator had opened up into the Mess Hall of the Thames. The unexpected entry into the kitchen reminded John that he hadn't eaten in the hours before the tournament, so he walked in. Remembering what Cortana told him about repairs, John scanned the room for somewhere that he could set his half-ton of metal and ceramic armor. the room didn't look to have anything that would support his armor at the moment, which meant he wouldn't be able to take the time to repair the shields yet.
He shook his head, recalling the demon's insane eyes. He would not want to face Jedah again without the added benefit of his shields.
The Chief closed his eyes, and let out a breath, trying to calm down. barely a few minutes into the mission and a single meeting for a few seconds had already jolte dhim this badly; he needed to calm down. that, and, his stomach reminded him, he needed to eat.
John popped the seals on his helmet, and removed it, feeling the air on his face in the first time in a while. He ran a gauntleted hand through his short brown hair and note dhow the tactile sensors told him it was moist with sweat. John set the helmet on a table before moving off to get something to eat.
Master Chief turned, and his speedy reflexes stopped him before he slammed into a slender, armored human with long black hair and a mustache.
"Pardon me, good sir," Cyan Garamonde began to say, then paused, regarding the armored Chief. _________________
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Switchblade Rock You!

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“Hmm,” Terry muttered to himself as he looked around the deck of the Thames. “A ship, huh? Funny, these things are usually reserved for the final round, not the first. Of course,” he added as he looked out at the wide expanse of ocean, “It’s nice for the ship to actually start out on the water, for once.” Terry vividly remembered both Rugal Bernstein’s Black Noah and the NESTS space station, two other vessels he had fought on that had ended up permanently decorating the ocean floor.
Turning away from the sea, Terry looked around to survey the competition. There was a large blue demon, a couple of children, a large squirrel, an even larger raccoon, Nabeshin, a guy in futuristic body armor, a guy in more medieval armor, a girl in biker leathers… “Okay,” he said, “This is going to be a weird one.”
Terry started wandering around the deck, avoiding any of the other fighters for the moment. The ship they were on was massive, and the large robots that lined its edges indicated a level of technology rather more advanced than the world Terry came from. A few feet away Terry could see a door that apparently led to some kind of elevator. It seemed as if the fighting wouldn’t be starting just yet, so Terry shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the elevator. Maybe there would be time to grab a sandwich or something before the melee broke out.
Terry is now heading inside the ship. Feel free to interact with him. _________________
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 131 Location: Lost Ground
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Now at the loading bay, Asuka finished skimming through a small booklet with the words "Gears For Dummies" written on it. Tossing it aside, he sighed. "Let's see how this works." Leaping in the cockpit of one of the gears, Asuka flipped a switch and turned the power on. "This seems easy enough." Taking hold of two joysticks placed on the right and left sides of the cockpit, he moved them around a little. The gear violently jerked backwards...
Piastol was having a nice day. The sun was bright, and she was going to start walking over to where the chairs were, until she suddenly got fried by an incoming firebolt. Then, to her charinge, a nearby mecha launched itself backwards, slamming into her and kicking her far backwards. Flying past Sora, who dodged yet another projectile with ninja-like ease, she slammed into the deck. "Itai...".
"Sorry!!! Ok, this isn't working out." Asuka thought for a few minutes. Suddenly, an idea formed in his head. Might as well give it a shot. A multicolored array of lights shone around his gear, making a small crater in the nearby deck and making another gear simply vash. Eight jade green orbs appeared, floating around Asuka's gear. Then, five of them launched themselves *into* the gear. Asuka's world faded to black momentarily.
Then, suddenly his vision returned. Only now, his view was that of the gear, and not of himself. It worked!. Now in synch with the mecha, Asuka jumped down into the ocean below. "Here we go!"
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One A-vote to Piastol. Asuka is now in full control of the mecha (His orbs control life, so he just manipulated his own life force so that it integrated itself into the gear), but he does have three orbs out for speed/attack/defense. _________________
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Magus Mr. Thou

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1 A-Vote on Piastol to hopefully either continue the Tech, or start a new one along with Seril's previous post. _________________
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Onyx Dark Lord of the Sith

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Story post to come later. I hope.
Chaining Asuka's and Cyan's A-votes with one of my own. A-Vote to Piastol.
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 546 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Ah, well, jumping on the bandwagon...
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Piastol looked up at the sound of an engine revving. A second later she was smashed by a giant green-gray light reconnassiance vehicle driven by a blonde teenager with a white trenchcoat. A second later, Seifer Almasy and the -Warthog of DOOM- dissappeared through a rip in space time to smite another sponsor somewhere else across the multiverse....
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That damn Warthog...its like the Spanish Inquisition!
A-Vote to Piastol Chaining this A-Vote if I can. (after all, a squishing Warthog just compounds damage!) _________________
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Moogle Chased by destiny

Joined: 28 Dec 2003 Posts: 117 Location: Maryland, USA
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Keitaro sat up after listening to the spiel set forth by the grey host and rubbed his head. He must have fallen and smacked his head when he fell asleep, although he didn't even remember falling asleep.
'Maybe that's for the better,' he decided as he stared blankly at the surroundings. 'Interdimensional travel sounds complicated.' In fact, it sounded downright like something Su would have thought up, and that frightened him more than anything else. Because the innovations of Su, however convenient for others, usually spelled pain for him. That was how life was for Keitaro Urashima. He'd long since accepted that fact.
The blank look on his face was unlike previous blank looks that had occupied his face, like the look he might give a piece of paper that showed he had a 0% chance of getting into Tokyo University, or the look that he might give someone like Seta who was rambling on about lost, ancient turtle civilizations right in his very backyard.
Of course, there were other things to note, aside from just him being in a completely unfamiliar universe, surrounded by other men and some women, most of whom were armed with nasty-looking weapons of various types, shapes, and sizes, without a single person he knew within his sight. Namely, the fact that he was apparently in some kind of tournament, competing for victory against those very same people, who he would at some point have to fight in order to gain victory. Keitaro gulped.
A wiry fellow who was not much taller than five and a half feet, with no fighting abilities to speak of, Keitaro was not exactly one with great physical power (though his potential was beyond the recognition of any except perhaps the aforementioned Seta.) And also, Keitaro was quite the scaredy-cat. It didn't take much to spook him - not that anyone who knew him would blame him for that, given that his line of work tended to make him paranoid about certain things. The same kind of thing would happen to any one man managing a women's apartment complex.
"Myuh," something chirped from his shoulder, and Keitaro demonstrated that precise manner of paranoia as he leapt backwards and crawled back on all fours until he was backed against the side of the Thames.
But Keitaro quickly realized that there was nothing to worry. "Oh, Tama-chan!" he said, relieved. "I'm so glad you're here. At least now I know somebody!" Not that the turtle was precisely 'somebody', but there always were difficulties in referring to a hot springs turtle that spoke and was of questionable gender.
"Myuh!" Tama-chan chirped again, then lifted up off of Keitaro's shoulder and flew off into the salty sea mist.
Defying numerous laws of physics, a large amount of sea mist suddenly blew in Keitaro's direction, and he seemed to be completely covered in white from head to toe, staring helplessly off at the departed Tama-chan, silently mouthing, "Why me?" He knew the answer already, of course. It happened to him because he was Keitaro Urashima. Silly of him to think that changing dimensions would somehow change his lot in life.
He shook off the coating from the mist and did an about face, preparing to wander aimlessly until something happened to him, but instead he ran face-to-face with a burly seaman whose breath produced an effect not unlike the smell of bilge water. Keitaro had never smelled bilge water before, but he knew it was something nasty right away.
"Well, roger me with a full mast if I'm wrong, but you look like the most pathetic of the whole lot of these blokes, kid."
In response, Keitaro could only whimper. The smell was worse as the man got right up in Keitaro's face. He was even uglier up close than he looked at first, his face all covered with grease and hair unkempt.
"That's what I thought," the big man said with a grin that revealed some missing teeth and almost bowled over Keitaro with more of the bilge smell.
'I wonder if this guy has bathed any time this voyage,' the cornered contestant thought. 'Probably not.' Again, that was life for Keitaro Urashima. His poor luck was just manifesting itself in different ways than usual. But then, he was expecting to be thrown overboard any second now. It would just be so appropriate. The sea couldn't smell any worse than the man in front of him, at any rate.
The feeling only got worse when the sailor chuckled. "You're quieter than a stowaway in a cattle car, aren't you? Poor sod. Lucky for you, you remind me of my little brother. He's a landlubber just like you, scared of everything. Digs up old bones, if you can believe it."
"I work for an archaelogist," Keitaro somehow found the courage to whisper.
"Well, drop my anchor and call me Charlie!" The sailor seemed to find that quite funny. "That settles it, then. You must be just like him, in some other dimension. Or something, I never paid attention to any of that stuff. Here, I want you to have something." Reaching to the side, he came back and was holding a sword of some sort towards Keitaro.
Predictably, Keitaro cringed and stammered, "D-d-d-d-don't kill me! I didn't mean to d-d-d-do anything!"
It only served to amuse the sailor even more, and he erupted with peals of laughter that echoed across the whole deck. "I haven't laughed this hard in ages! You're a real comedian, kid. I hope you do well in this thing. This is a cutlass. It's a sword. I want you to have it. It's not very hard, you just... kind of cut with the sharp end. And not yourself, or I'll come stripe your sorry arse myself, eh?"
Tentatively, Keitaro reached out and took hold of the cutlass. It came with a scabbard and belt that fit right around his waist. He buckled it on and practiced drawing it a couple of times, waving the thing awkwardly in front of him.
"Well, you'll get the hang of it eventually. Or maybe not." A whistle rang out from somewhere. "That's my call to duty, so I'll be on my way. Good luck, bloke."
He was too stunned to even say thank-you, Keitaro realized a moment later. He might well be outclassed, weaker than everyone else, and not as sharp, but at least he was armed with something that was as likely to cut off his own appendages as someone else's.
A wave of determination seized him suddenly. "I will win this tournament! I will do it for you! Naru! I won't let you down!"
His cries were ignored, but they echoed in the only important place, his heart. For better or worse, Keitaro was prepared to join in the fighting if it came his way. Probably for worse.
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Tama-chan popped in from out of the mists and slammed into the side of Piastol's head. She shook herself and flew away again, leaving only a stunned victim.
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1 A-Vote on Piastol which ought to finish off the chain.
Stats and stuff:
Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
4/5 A-Votes
5/5 R-Votes
5/5 WP
5/5 JP _________________
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Simplistic Hero Its better on a bevel.

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 187 Location: Fortress of Freaking Solitude
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Sailors and salvalgers alike were sprint all over the deck of the Thames. There was yelling, and recently the noise of combat had begun to ring through the metal structure, frightening contestant and bystander alike.
Some crates of food and medical supplies overturned in front of Brahne as several workers, terrified, swung around a corner too fast and collided with them. One particularly thin man tripped up, tumbling onto the ground in front of the queen.
He was up in a instant, red faced and flustered. She clamped a hand down on his shoulder.
"Wha- what are you doing!?" He struggled, but she had her thumb gripped down around his collarbone. "Lemme go!"
"Where do you keep your weapons?" He stuttered a response.
"We don't have any weapons! This is a salvage ship! Nothings here!" He started to jerk around nervously. "Lemme go! There are monsters!"
WHERE are your goddamn weapons!? Brahne ignored his buisness about monsters. He meant contestants.
"We-we-we- don't have any....I swear it. Lemme go lemme go lemme go." She shook him to calm him down.
"Where is your equipment then?" The sailor hesitated a second.
"D-D-d- Down there." A shakey finger pointed to an adjacent elevator. "In the storage room. All sorts of stuff." Brahne looked at the elevator. It was small and secondary, with rusted paint and needing repairs. The whole mechanism was operated by two buttons, on a small electronic box suspended by a thick wire.
Brahne let the man go, and his feet slipped and sped as he stumpled off a great speed. She walked to the elevator, extending one questioning foot out and lightly dropping it down onto the mechanism.
The whole elevator creaked. Like it was afraid. Clearly it would hold her...uh...fit for a queen. Brahne whirled around.
WHERE ARE THE STAIRS?
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Brahne is now below deck.
Also, shes looking for somthing heavy to swing. _________________ Tell me what you think of the new Banner.
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Baka ~chu~bap~!

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1423 Location: Here Be Dragons
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ta-tat. Sora's feet tapped down on the deck again, and he tut-tutted to himself.
"Aah, the girls are throwing themselves at me today! Shuuu, Nova-chan... the other can wait their turn!"
With that, Sora lept into the air again, flipping over to land behind the girl - who span following, and rapidly blocked the assassin's attack, her energy blades impacting on Sora's twin blades as they stabbed for her chest. Springing back again, Sora waggled his finger at her - "Tsk Tsk, neko-chan.. fighting back makes you less cute!"
The next attack struck low, before darting away to come back in from the left - and again, Nova's blades stood in his way both times. "Nova-chan, why so silent? Do I leave you speechless?"
The girl's only reply to that was a hard uppercut with one blade that narrowly avoided slicing a new scar into Sora's face..
"..if you give me your member address, we can type - no need to talk, Nova-chan! Or are you still too shy?"
A kick knocked the wind out of Nova - and in an instant, Sora was behind her, this time with one blade to the neck and one to her back.
"Hyo...Last chance, miss Nova.. last chance before you lose a lot of XP.."
"Sir, I don't follow half of what you are talking about.. but this is no game. Now let.. me.. go."
No game? Ha ha! Could we have another Tsukasa-kun on our hands? Hoo, this could be more fun than last time - and it definitely beats homework..
"Ah... nekochan.. I am afraid I can't do that.. if you won't help, I may have to punish you.." Another high pitched giggle, and he tensed his arms to plunge the daggers in... _________________
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Seril Eternity Eight

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R-Vote to Sora for the first actual fight scene (and his last pickup line ). _________________
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Pin! To Higher Horizons! The Sociopolitical Fanficcer

Joined: 03 May 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Central Texas
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The air in the elevator felt damp and musty; just like the outside of the ship.
"GERK BRACKLE FRACKLE BRACK!!!"
"Last time I descended on an elevator like this was in the '99 tournament. Man, that's a long ways back..." lamented the red truck driver/pizza delivery boy.
"Do you two...say whatever you want without regard to who's around?" A open-shirt man, Sir Rayjack, wondered while trying to light a cigarette. "Dammit...the air extinguishes the flame."
"You! ... Is that a sheathed sword on your back?!"
Rayjack hoped that no one would mention it, but...
"Ch'yeah."
"So you have a weapon...on your back?!"
"That's the idea." Rayjack sighed and squatted on the floor, watching the ground beneath him descend deeper into the ship. "What's it to you? ... Who are you anyway? You remind me of a blue monkey queen."
"!"
"Excuse me...but you're a swordsman?" The aforementioned pizza delivery boy, Terry Bogard, tapped Rayjack on the shoulder, entering the conversation out of nowhere. "A wandering warrior?"
"...ch'yeah. That's the idea."
"Heh...! Okay!" Terry leapt back, flipping over the queen. The air around him began to gather a strong wind.
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 203 Location: Socorro, NM
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Panting in the heat, Sly Cooper walked over to the other side of the cabin to rest in the shade momentarily. He had to find his way below deck, somehow. There was supposedly some sort of elevator near (if he'd heard Ralph correctly) but that was hardly a sufficiently sneaky way to get down to the lower deck.
A pair of workers hauling a large wooden beam over his shoulder appeared nearby, and slinking into the corner Sly used his invisibility move to momentarily disappear out of sight. They looked a lot like Ralph, actually, though their skin tone was a little less bizarrely colored.
"…yeah, I heard there was a whole crew of dem folks, up right on t'main deck."
"How about that. Anybody call security yet?"
"Dunno, Jim, all I heard is that somebody saw a bunch of weirdos pop outta nowhere and…"
The workers disappeared out of sight as they rounded a corner and Sly stood up again. If they were aware of his presence, it would probably be a good idea to get moving pretty quickly. The raccoon began walking down toward the center of the ship, looking out for any other potential disturbances.
Not far ahead, he spotted what appeared to be the entrance to a rickety elevator. Fortunately, nobody was around… so Sly hesitantly pushed the down button. There was the sound of groaning gears from deep within the shaft, followed by the whoosh of air as the elevator coasted upward toward him.
Not far behind him, however, Sly was interrupted by a bellowing scream.
"Where do you keep your weapons?"
Carefully, Sly dropped to the ground and slunk away from the elevator into toward the shadow of a nearby cabin.
"We don't have any weapons! This is a salvage ship! Nothings here!" He started to jerk around nervously. "Lemme go! There are monsters!"
"WHERE are your goddamn weapons!?"
"We-we-we- don't have any....I swear it. Lemme go lemme go lemme go."
"Where is your equipment then?"
"D-D-d- Down there."
There was a crumpling sound, and around the corner came a massive woman with disgusting greenish-tinted skin. The metal deck creaked as she plodded over to the elevator and pushed the open button, the doors opening immediately before her.
"Well, somebody's had a few too many cheeseburgers..." Sly said to himself from his hiding place, half-hoping that the woman would hear him (though fortunately, perhaps, she didn't.)
Peering into the small device momentarily, the immense woman placed a foot tentatively inside… before withdrawing it and, mumbling something about "stairs", she set off in another direction.
So it seemed he wasn't the only one around here looking to come away with a few more gadgets than he'd entered with. Sly spun his cane around and set off in cautious pursuit. _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 1: Seas of Peril 1-1 1-2 1-3 1-4 1-5 1-6 1-7
Chapter 2: A Grim Gothic Game 2-1 2-2 2-3 2-4 2-5 2-7 2-8 2-9
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